Archive for December, 2007

Go Think About Xmas

Tuesday, December 18th, 2007

While I was spreading peanut butter on one slice of bread and jelly on another for the kids lunches this morning, I kept thinking about several articles I’d read.

There’s an interview with John D. Crossan where he talks about the first Christmas.

Our conversation ranged from virgin births and Roman censuses to how you became a god in the ancient world, and why it was a bad idea to mess with shepherds.

After seeing all the plastic nativities, who’d guess that the Christmas story was all about revolution. plastic-nativity.jpg

The nativity story is far richer and more challenging than familiar sentimentalized versions allow. Not simply tidings of comfort and joy, the gospel stories of Jesus’ birth are also edgy visions of another way of life, confronting the status quo and demanding personal and political transformation.

There’s this article about a black guy who got bullied, shoved, cussed and generally terrified by some racist ford pickup truck driving assholes earlier in the week. He was walking home when this happened.

Then there was this article that the Oak Ridger ran about the parents of Ashley Paine. The Paines are saying the city hasn’t done near enough to make Oak Ridge streets safe. Ashley Paine was run over by a school bus earlier this fall.

Mom called yesterday and told me that my sister’s best friend from school died earlier in the week. She was at work when she collapsed. An ambulance rushed her to a hospital where the doctors couldn’t keep her heart beating. It just stopped working and that was the end.

And so it goes.

What does all this have to do with Christmas?

I don’t have a clue.

The art journal

Monday, December 17th, 2007

Going over the little art journals that Juicebox made at school and came home with today, there was a conversation:

The lady: “What does that one say, Juicebox?”

JB: “When you are old, you sit in a wheelchair.”

Me: “Well, thats not quite right.  We know people that are old that aren’t in wheelchairs.:

JB: (looking and pointing) “Yeah.  Like YOU, Dad.”

Close to the sound of the lady laughing off the couch.

Ramble haiku

Sunday, December 16th, 2007

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I see you are still the same
Its been a while

Weekend visitors
Made the house feel warm and big
Thanks for coming, sis

Big projects at work
The big xmas retail crunch
Weekends off are good

She walked through the room
Showed me her leg shaving wound
She has such cute legs.

Juicebox’s Santa Sack

Saturday, December 15th, 2007

So, this is what came home in Juicebox’s backpack yesterday:

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Um…

About that last post

Friday, December 14th, 2007

Actually, never mind that whole baby/movie thing, because the lady said she wouldn’t allow it.

Now I’m really into this yellow thing…